A little crazy

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A little Crazy

'Wake up,wake up. I said wake up!',I soft spoke into her ears.
The setting was new after all this was the first time doing this. All I had to do was to contact someone online and they had gratefully rented this warehouse out for a good price,if I should say so myself. The space was open,walls brown and cracked,windows intact but coated with dust. A warehouse that was secluded from everything else and everyone. In fact cell reception in this place is so bad you'd need a sat phone to make a call.

I had on my right side, a table with an array of suitable torture devices. Ranging from large...honestly I didn't have time to put it in order so, it's kind of mixed up. I had brought my own overhead lamp which lighted up the area.

A comfortable gamer chair for my relaxation, when I was done and most importantly, the person I wanted to torture, Rebel Kent. I needed to torture her because I had no choice,she was a being that decided to come in my way,all through my life and you'd ask how exactly. By existing and being beautiful and never accepting my sincere request to be her boyfriend. We are all in high school together, same class even neighbourhood. We could be friends but no, she said,she didn't want to be friends with a guy whose middle name is Roset. I couldn't blame her. Ha-ha. But I could torture her, make her bleed,make her cry for help. Make her mine.

She began to stir after a few seconds and I watched as she slowly opened her eyes. Taking in the surroundings and becoming more self aware. 'Sam?',she asked.
'Yep, it's me'.
'Where I'm I?',she asked as she tried to get up and realized that she was tied down.
'What are you doing?',she asked more scared now.
I sighed and made my lips into a thin line and took a seat in front of her. 'I'm about to torture you'.
'Why?',she asked visibly shaking;her heart probably doubling in speed.
'You know. Because you're a bitch,that's all'.
'Shane you can't do this,it's...wrong',she said swallowing.
'If it's anything I've ever done please,she said with tears brimming in her eyes,forgive me,I'll do whatever you ask me to do,but please I'm begging you don't kill me'.
'Who said anything about killing a creature as beautiful as you. Even your eyes are perfection,that's why I didn't blindfold you. Quite a stupid reason I know'.
'Thank God,she said breathing more freely but then becoming panicked again as she asked, 'Are you going to keep your word and not torture or kill me?'
'Mm, I'm still gonna torture you though, that is guaranteed'.
She tugged at her restraint,mainly the rope,twisting her hands and feet in order to get out of her bondage.

'Russian knots', I retorted getting up on my feet and walking to the table. I began to tap on the wooden table as I looked at the tools on display. Not only were there visible torture devices. There were other assortments,some were in box's so I had to unbox and get things ready.

She was now crying,yelling for help and still nudging,tugging,wriggling and twisting with no results. I ignored her for the most part as I took out the microphone from the box and placed it on the side of the table. I threw the Styrofoam to the ground and kept taking out more pieces that will complete the microphone. After that, I began to set up.
'What are you doing', she asked with a sniffle.
I turned and looked at her. 'Just delaying so that in case someone's gonna save you they'll do it while I haven't laid a finger on you',I said.

Her face still looked sad,dejected and unkempt from all the unnecessary crying. I went back to setting up while I spoke.'I don't have to tell you that crying wont help and screaming wont either. Cause they're basic things you've seen on TV to be precise Youtube. Who watches TV nowadays. Just relax, who knows I may feel a pang of guilt and spontaneously grow a heart',I said with a smile directed towards her. I pulled out the stand, put it behind her and connected the microphone. 'Are you gonna record?', she asked still sniffling. I shook my head, she couldn't see me. With the wire properly connected to the microphone I pushed the stand up, half a metre above her head. I walked around to the left side of the room where I had a nice desk, with a laptop and everything. I pulled it in. Did some adjustments on my pc. I went back setting up another microphone which was over the array of torture devices. For that place, I placed two mics. I set up two more hanging from mid air held by a clump and she was directly between them both. She was confused, so confused she wasn't crying but following my movements, with her eyes of course as I set up the rest of the whole ordeal. Soon I was done. I cracked my knuckles while wearing same beats by Dre wireless ear pods. After checking and coming to the conclusion that the sound was crisp and everything was great I went over to her with a pair of her own earpiece.